Because we all want to write more poems.
Departure
Autumn came in with a rush last night;
a storm from the south offering wind and rain,
fine gifts after the dry summer.
Artie drove mom to the airport in his red truck.
How small in a hug she is now
who once towered over me
Rumpling gray quilts above obscure the long view,
send my thoughts diving in old deep pools
to check the store of remembrance, winter’s fuel
As I watched them take the gravel road, a coyote darted across,
leapt the stone wall into the tawny field.
Omens fill my thoughts like the clouds the sky.
- Benjamin Gorman's Shared Poems
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Clayton Medeiros
October 22, 2012
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Well said. I like the
Well said. I like the mixture of departure, fall, your family, nature and the sense of more to come with "omens."
Benjamin Gorman
October 22, 2012
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It's funny how a pome will
It's funny how a pome will take different turn while you write it than it promised to do when you were thinking it up. The interleaving of subjects was a surprise to me; shows that sometimes the subject is not truly known until it's done.
Michael Mayhew
October 29, 2012
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Really like this one
The simple meaning of the words is effective - but it hits at deeper things.